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Title: Holes
Theme: Willow/Smallville
Prompt: # 095 - Cold
Rating: FR7
Pairing: Willow/Lucas
Disclaimers: I don’t own anything to do with ‘Smallville’ or ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’. I have adapted to this knowledge and dealt with it.
It had been three weeks but Willow still had not managed to get used to coming home on an evening. Every time that she opened the door, she expected to hear the television blaring in the background and to find Lucas sprawled on the couch. Instead, she stepped into a dark corridor and then a dark living room. The entire apartment was cold and empty now, no longer alive.
It was oddly representative of Willow’s life right at that moment. Lucas was gone and now everything was empty. She had spent the last eighteen months of her life trying to convince everyone that they worked. Then, just when her friends had started to accept him, he had gone and taken off - leaving her with nothing but the knowing looks of her friends and the empty space where the television had once sat, and a large hole in her bank account.
END
Title: Old and Older
Theme: Willow/Smallville
Prompt: # 066 - Were-animals
Rating: FR7
Pairing: Willow/Lana, Willow/Oz
Disclaimers: I don’t own anything to do with ‘Smallville’ or ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’. I have adapted to this knowledge and dealt with it.
She saw him for the first time while she was on the dance floor. Lana’s hands were on her hips and they were swaying together, drawing interested looks from the various men around the club. Only one man was watching them openly, however, and the sight of him staring intensely at them sent a shiver down Willow’s spine.
Lana smiled at her warmly, her dark eyes playful. For her, the idea of having a girlfriend was still new and strange. She was glorying in it and she did not seem to care who knew.
Noting the look on Lana’s face, Willow smiled and stepped forwards into the other woman’s arms. She enclosed Lana in a hug and placed a quick kiss on her lips. Lana leaned forwards, wanting more, but Willow stepped away a small distance.
“I’ll be right back,” she mouthed to the confused looking woman, then turned and slipped away through the crowd towards the bar.
She came to stand next to a small, compact man with blue-black dyed hair who barely glanced up at her, even when she accidentally brushed against his bare arm. Willow requested a bottle of water from the barman and then said, “Hi, Oz.”
He turned to look at her with oddly dull eyes and Willow rapidly began to wonder whether she had made a mistake by approaching him. She’d had to do it though. Lana did not know about her past in Sunnydale and the creatures that she had encountered there; Willow did not want her to find out because her ex had lost control once again.
Oz offered her a wry little smile while playing with his bottle of beer. “Hey, Willow. How are you?”
“Pretty good. You?”
“I’m good,” he answered, nodding slightly as he spoke. “I’ve got to admit, I never expected to see you here. How did you end up in Metropolis?”
She blushed slightly, nervously. “My girlfriend’s from a town near here. We’re visiting some of her old friends from school for the weekend.”
A small frown slipped onto his face. “That the girl you were dancing with?”
“Yeah.”
“She’s pretty,” he said after a moment and then took a long sip of beer.
“Yeah.”
Something moved over his face. “What happened to the blonde, Tara?”
Willow dipped her eyes, hesitating before answering. “She died.”
Oz tensed slightly. “Demon?”
“No, actually,” Willow replied with a sigh. “A maniac with a gun.”
His eyes widened in surprise before he caught himself. “Sorry. She seemed… seemed nice.”
“She was.” Willow paused and then continued, “Oz…”
“Don’t worry,” he interrupted. His lips twitched slightly but he did not quite smile. “I’m good. I’m in control.”
Willow flushed, embarrassed that she had been so transparent but also because she could not help but recall that he had told her the same thing once before.
“Go back to your girl, Willow,” he said gently. “She’ll be getting lonely without you.”
END
Title: Roomy
Theme: Willow/Smallville
Prompt: # 022 - Space
Rating: FR7
Pairing: Willow
Disclaimers: I don’t own anything to do with ‘Smallville’ or ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’. I have adapted to this knowledge and dealt with it.
The first thing that struck Willow about her new home was the sense of space. Smallville, despite its name, was large - in land if not in population. Willow could set out walking and still not have managed to find the boundary of the town four hours later, even though by that time she was surrounded by fields.
It was roomy in other ways, as well. Sunnydale had always been a rather busy little town, filled with people rushing around during the day and packed with other things entirely on a night time. Smallville, on the other hand, was somewhat sleepy whatever time of the day it was. It was a refreshing change to the town that Willow had grown up in.
In truth, she had been stifled after Sunnydale had been destroyed. After living so many years surrounded by people who cared about her, she had not thought for one moment that living out on the road with them would have slowly begun to drive her mad. It had though, and before very long, Willow had come to realise how much she needed a break.
She needed, Willow had realised, to get away from all that was bizarre, just for a little while at least.
END
Title: Revenge
Theme: Willow/Smallville
Prompt: # 048 - Hate
Rating: FR7
Pairing: Willow, Chloe/Lex
Disclaimers: I don’t own anything to do with ‘Smallville’ or ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’. I have adapted to this knowledge and dealt with it.
“I need you to do me a favour.”
Willow took a startled step back, still hanging onto the door that she had just opened. On the other side, stood in the corridor, was Chloe Sullivan, dripping rainwater all over the floor and looked decidedly menacing. Her usually pretty face was twisted into a sour expression and her eyes were burning with fury.
Wondering what on earth could have happened to make her neighbour so angry, Willow stepped back into her apartment and let the other woman inside. Over the past few months since Willow had moved to Metropolis, they had started up a tentative friendship that had only grown after Chloe had figured out exactly why the redhead had so many candles and strange ‘cooking’ ingredients in her kitchen cupboards. Never had Willow seen the small blonde looking so angry however, not even when she had been passed over for promotion in favour of a less experienced colleague or when a disgruntled reader had dumped a cup of coffee all over her.
No, the look on Chloe’s face right at that moment was far, far more dangerous; and Willow had the sneaking suspicion that she knew why it was there.
“What happened?” she asked as Chloe stepped into the apartment and shed her coat. Underneath, she was wearing a charming little dress that accentuated her curves and which had clearly been chosen with care.
Trembling - whether with anger or something else entirely - Chloe spun around to face her. “He told me that he was going back to her.”
“Oh,” Willow replied. She did not have to ask who ‘he’ was, or who the woman was that he was returning to. Lex Luthor had been a regular fixture in Chloe Sullivan’s life for as long as Willow had known her, and it had not taken Willow long to realise how doomed their relationship was, even though she had even met the man two or three times. It was not, Willow thought, that Lex did not love Chloe. Indeed, she was certain that he did. Rather that he was filled with such a deep sense of responsibility that sooner or later he had been bound to go back to his wife. Chloe had once said it herself in one of her clearer moments: Lex Luthor never abandoned women - they always abandoned him.
“He had the nerve to tell me while we were in bed,” Chloe snarled.
“Oh, Chloe,” Willow said, taking a step forwards to wrap her arms around the blonde.
Chloe stepped back before she had the chance, however, and said, “I’m going to make him suffer this time. I know things - things that he never meant to tell anyone - things that could ruin him.”
Tears formed in the other woman’s eyes and Willow winced. “You don’t really want to do that,” she said gently.
“Oh, I do. I really do,” Chloe replied determinedly. She pulled her shoulders back. “But first, I want you to help me find one of those demon thingies.”
“What?” Willow squeaked in astonishment.
“You know, like you told me about that time.”
“No!” the redhead exclaimed.
“Why not?”
“Trust me, Chloe. Vengeance demons are not the way to go - it always backfires on you in the end.”
The tears that had been threatening in the blonde’s eyes spilled over. “But he deserves it,” she protested.
Willow stepped forwards wrapping her arms around the smaller woman. “Yeah, I know. You don’t need a vengeance demon though.” She stepped back, looking Chloe in the eye. “It’ll come back on him one day without you doing anything. And besides, he’s only hurting himself as well. He’s already suffering - probably even more than you are because he knows that it’s his own fault.”
Chloe shook her head. “I’m starting to think he’s incapable of feeling.”
“If that’s the case then you’re well rid of him.”
With a long forlorn sigh, Chloe said, “I don’t think I want to be rid of him. If he came to be tomorrow and apologised then I have the horrible suspicion that I would end up forgiving him.”
“So you want to push him away? To make sure that he won’t want to come back?”
Chloe pursed her lips and looked away. Willow could see fresh tears starting to appear as her friend nodded.
“You’re just got to be strong,” Willow said awkwardly.
The blonde gave a wry, slightly choked laugh. “It’s one thing being strong - it’s another thing being strong where Lex is concerned. Haven’t you heard? He’s a Luthor. He always gets what he wants in the end.”
END
Title: Hotspot
Theme: Willow/Smallville
Prompt: # 086 - Forest
Rating: FR7
Pairing: Willow
Disclaimers: I don’t own anything to do with ‘Smallville’ or ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’. I have adapted to this knowledge and dealt with it.
Willow shivered, drawing up her shoulders and wrapping her arms around her body. The sense of unease she had been experiencing was growing decidedly stronger with each extra step that she took and Willow was starting to believe that there was more to the feeling than simple paranoia. There was something wrong about the land that she was now walking over. She could feel it in her bones, the result of her natural connection to the earth and the magic that it held. Or rather, that it should have held. She was currently having a little trouble detecting.
Ahead, Chloe and Clark were nimbly slipping through the trees, making her feel clumsy in comparison. When the pair had said that they wanted to show her something, Willow had not imagined for a second that they would have dragged her out to the middle of nowhere to do it.
The ‘something’ was apparently some sort of meteorite freak hotspot located deep within the forest, and the reason that they wanted to show her it was because Clark had against all the odds figured out that she was a witch. Considering what Willow suspected they wanted her to do once they reached the hotspot, she was starting to think that the pair had a rather twisted view of exactly what a witch was capable of. Of course, she was no ordinary witch, but even so, she would not dare to start messing around with Mother Nature unless there was a very good reason to do so. And since, as it was, Willow was still rather dubious about meteorites being the cause of all the strangeness in Smallville, she did not think that trying to ‘cleanse’ the earth, as her two friends had put it, would be an especially good idea.
She might only end up making matters worse.
END
Title: Unbroken
Theme: Willow/Smallville
Prompt: # 079 - Stumble
Rating: FR18
Pairing: Willow/Clark, Willow/Kennedy, Kennedy/Other
Disclaimers: I don’t own anything to do with ‘Smallville’ or ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’. I have adapted to this knowledge and dealt with it.
The first time that they slept together, Willow was left rather confused. Of course, she had been rather confused by attraction to Clark in the first place, considering that he was, without a shadow of a doubt, a man. But the bewilderment that she had experienced after he had finished and their bodies were still moulded together had been for an altogether different reason - the knowledge that he had been holding back.
With Clark’s large, somewhat imposing at times, body slumped on top of hers, Willow knew without a doubt that he had not given in and relaxed his self-control even for a second while they had coupled. The thrusts of his body into hers had been fluid and delicious, and yet at the same time they had been shallow. He was a big man in every sense of the word, and yet Willow had not felt quite as filled as she had imagined she would do. It was disconcerting, and Willow could not help but feel a little self-conscious as she began to wonder whether she had done something wrong. Prior to the actual moment when he had penetrated her, Clark had been all heated kisses and passion, and yet his performance had been restrained at best.
Planting her hands on his shoulders, Willow gave him a gentle shove in order to get him to roll away. He did so, collapsing limply onto his back with his eyes closed.
Willow stared at him for a moment, feeling tears begin to burn her eyes as she did so. Everything had seemed so perfect between them. Clark had not cared that she sometimes needed to disappear for a few hours, or that some evenings during the week she simply was not available. He had not felt the need to question her too closely on her private life, but instead was able to sit back and let her tell him things in her own time. The fact that he did not try to force their sense of intimacy by constantly revealing details about himself - expecting her to do the same - had been refreshing. Their relationship had progressed slowly and naturally as a consequence. She had been planning to tell him about her special abilities sooner rather than later.
It had been hard to trust someone again. Kennedy had left her in a whirlwind of accusations and the explosive news that her younger girlfriend had been having an affair. In truth, Kennedy’s betrayal had not come as too great a surprise. She had seen the way that the other woman had been trying to surreptitiously flirt with one of the other slayers. But that had not stopped it hurting when she had walked in on them one night after patrol, tired and splattered with demon blood. The only thing she had wanted as a nice hot shower and a cuddle with her girlfriend, instead she had found Kennedy wrapped around the exotically attractive other woman.
It had hurt. A sense of rejection that filled Willow, and she had spent weeks afterwards wondering what she had done wrong. Not for the first time in her life, Willow had found herself speculating that perhaps she had done something wrong.
Just like now.
She bit her lip and turned away from Clark, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. The moment her feet hit the floor a heavy feeling settled into her. She was tired, physically and emotionally, and she knew that she was not going to start feeling any better until she managed to put a little distance between herself and Clark. Standing awkwardly, she grabbed her panties from the floor and stiffly began to yank them on.
“You’re leaving?” a surprised voice asked from the bed.
Willow glanced back over her shoulder briefly, nodding when she failed to find any words.
“Wait,” Clark exclaimed. “You’re crying. Why are you crying? Oh God, I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No,” she mumbled, shaking her head and reaching for her bra.
The bed shifted behind her and she felt Clark draw closer. “Willow…”
She shrugged off the hand he placed on her shoulder, looking around on the floor for her socks.
“I tried to be gentle,” he said, sounding distressed.
Willow frowned at his tone. Turning slightly so that she could see him out of the corner of her eye, she stumbled, “You… you were.”
“Then why are you leaving?”
Thoroughly confused, Willow said, “I thought that you wanted me to.”
Clark’s features creased into a deep frown. He was slumped forwards slightly, clutching a pillow over his lap. Willow flushed brightly.
“Why would I want you to go?” he asked sounding genuinely confused.
“Because… you… when we were…” She stopped, letting out a frustrated squeak and dropping onto the edge of the bed.
“I just didn’t want to hurt you,” Clark told her softly, misunderstanding.
“You didn’t.” Letting out a shuddering breathe, realisation slowly starting to dawn, she continued, “I’m not that easy to break anyway, even if you weren’t.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure,” he mumbled, almost out of her hearing.
Willow’s brow creased in a frown and she looked back at him, noting his forlorn expression. She settled back, turning to face him fully.
Hesitantly, she said, “Maybe I should just come back to bed.”
Clark looked up at her hopefully, peering through his long dark eyelashes at her. Willow shuffled closer, lightly touching his arm before moving back and dragging the sheets up her legs.
END
Title: Powerful Attraction
Theme: Willow/Smallville
Prompt: # 004 - Prophecy
Rating: FR7
Pairing: Willow/Lionel
Disclaimers: I don’t own anything to do with ‘Smallville’ or ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’. I have adapted to this knowledge and dealt with it.
Lionel Luthor had always regarded himself as something of a visionary, a forward thinker capable of prophesising the latest business trends. Time and time again, he was proven eerily correct, and he knew that his skill was one that was much coveted by his contemporaries. How could it not be? It had brought him money, power and influence, if not always respect. Beautiful women flocked to him as a consequence - willing to ignore his less than gleaming reputation for a chance to be on Lionel Luthor’s arm.
Well, most women did anyway. The charming redhead he was currently attempting to seduce seemed to be immune to the lures of power and money.
He had first noticed Miss Willow Rosenberg under the most unusual of circumstances - or rather, unusual by the standards of most men. A creature, quite unlike anything that Lionel had previously encountered before, had attacked him during one of his less than legal remote ‘business’ meetings. The strange, disfigured beast had been about to latch onto his jugular when the deceptively slight redheaded woman had appeared as if from nowhere and, after a short scuffle, banished the ‘man’. She had tried to tell him that his attacker was mortal - a drug taking thug - but little digging around had revealed the truth. His assailant had been a vampire; his saviour had been a witch.
An extraordinarily powerful witch, and if there was one thing that Lionel found stimulating then it was power.
END
Title: Burning
Theme: Willow/Smallville
Prompt: # 015 - Fire
Rating: FR18
Pairing: Willow/Lionel
Warning: PWP - literally
Disclaimers: I don’t own anything to do with ‘Smallville’ or ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’. I have adapted to this knowledge and dealt with it.
A breathy little moan erupted from the woman below him, even as her hips tilted and jerked up to meet his thrusts. Lionel’s lips twitched at the sound and he quickly fisted his hand in her brilliant red hair, drawing her head back to expose her neck. He nuzzled the region, enjoying the subsequent whimpers from Willow.
She was impossibly hot around him - tight and eager - burning as much with hate as with passion. For Lionel, her dislike of him was as attractive as the length of her legs or the rounds of her breasts, if only because it made her attraction to him all the more satisfying.
Lionel drew back as she began to twitch around him, watching the emotions flickering over her face and admiring the flame like qualities of her hair spread over his sheets. “Please…” she moaned, clutching at his shoulders, squeezing and grunting as she abruptly came.
END
Title: Test Subject
Theme: Willow/Smallville
Prompt: # 024 - Anger
Rating: FR13
Pairing: Willow/Kennedy, Lionel
Disclaimers: I don’t own anything to do with ‘Smallville’ or ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’. I have adapted to this knowledge and dealt with it.
“I thought that I would be seeing you soon, Miss Rosenberg. Although, I have to admit, this is somewhat sooner than I had hoped for.”
The voice was cool, clean and crisp. It cut abruptly through the perfect quiet of the top floor office of the LutherCorp building but it did not make Willow jump. Even before entering the room, she had known precisely where her prey was sat. A flicker of magic had detected Lionel Luthor within a heartbeat.
Wordlessly, she stepped forwards, entering the halo of light emanating from the designer lamp on his desk. She had heard countless stories about Luthor, and seen numerous pictures of him in newspapers and on television, but at gone midnight and in the face of her wrath, he was oddly not the man that she had been expecting. It was hard to believe that the tired looking man seated in the plush office chair could possibly be Kennedy’s murderer.
“In my defence,” he intoned evenly, “I did not plan the death of your girlfriend - it was not premeditated.”
Anger surged in Willow’s blood stream, clouding her vision momentarily. “What did you expect when you ordered your cronies to kidnap and experiment on her?” she spat.
“That is the point, Miss Rosenberg - her rather unique abilities made it impossible to anticipate what would happen.”
“You don’t sound in the least bit sorry.”
“I don’t believe I am, really. The information we acquired will make me millions.”
“It won’t make you anything. You won’t be alive to enjoy it.”
He slowly nodded. “I don’t suppose the knowledge that security will be arriving in less than three minutes and that the building is completely sealed will alter your mind regarding my fate?”
Willow shook her head, expending a flicker of power. She sent it out towards the desk, curling it around the letter opener. Her makeshift weapon hovered in the air with the point pressing lightly against Lionel’s throat. “I can leave this building any time I want to,” she said.
Lionel’s eye widened. “Perhaps I chose the wrong test subject,” he mused, then gurgled as the tip of the blade pierced his flesh.
END
Title: Dimensions
Theme: Willow/Smallville
Prompt: # 045 - Dimensions
Rating: FR7
Pairing: Willow/Lucas
Disclaimers: I don’t own anything to do with ‘Smallville’ or ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’. I have adapted to this knowledge and dealt with it.
There is something about Lucas makes her feel like someone else - like someone who does not feel can be real. When they are together, Willow slips away. The woman that she had become - developed by years of shyness and self-consciousness, by babbling sentences and abrupt rejections by others. That young woman is roughly pushed away in favour of another.
Lucas’s impetuous nature was almost frighteningly contagious - releasing another dimension of her character. When she is with him, Willow feels capable of doing anything. His quick mind and possessiveness enliven parts of her that Willow thought were long dead - or that she did not know exited at all.
END
Theme: Willow/Smallville
Prompt: # 095 - Cold
Rating: FR7
Pairing: Willow/Lucas
Disclaimers: I don’t own anything to do with ‘Smallville’ or ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’. I have adapted to this knowledge and dealt with it.
It had been three weeks but Willow still had not managed to get used to coming home on an evening. Every time that she opened the door, she expected to hear the television blaring in the background and to find Lucas sprawled on the couch. Instead, she stepped into a dark corridor and then a dark living room. The entire apartment was cold and empty now, no longer alive.
It was oddly representative of Willow’s life right at that moment. Lucas was gone and now everything was empty. She had spent the last eighteen months of her life trying to convince everyone that they worked. Then, just when her friends had started to accept him, he had gone and taken off - leaving her with nothing but the knowing looks of her friends and the empty space where the television had once sat, and a large hole in her bank account.
END
Title: Old and Older
Theme: Willow/Smallville
Prompt: # 066 - Were-animals
Rating: FR7
Pairing: Willow/Lana, Willow/Oz
Disclaimers: I don’t own anything to do with ‘Smallville’ or ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’. I have adapted to this knowledge and dealt with it.
She saw him for the first time while she was on the dance floor. Lana’s hands were on her hips and they were swaying together, drawing interested looks from the various men around the club. Only one man was watching them openly, however, and the sight of him staring intensely at them sent a shiver down Willow’s spine.
Lana smiled at her warmly, her dark eyes playful. For her, the idea of having a girlfriend was still new and strange. She was glorying in it and she did not seem to care who knew.
Noting the look on Lana’s face, Willow smiled and stepped forwards into the other woman’s arms. She enclosed Lana in a hug and placed a quick kiss on her lips. Lana leaned forwards, wanting more, but Willow stepped away a small distance.
“I’ll be right back,” she mouthed to the confused looking woman, then turned and slipped away through the crowd towards the bar.
She came to stand next to a small, compact man with blue-black dyed hair who barely glanced up at her, even when she accidentally brushed against his bare arm. Willow requested a bottle of water from the barman and then said, “Hi, Oz.”
He turned to look at her with oddly dull eyes and Willow rapidly began to wonder whether she had made a mistake by approaching him. She’d had to do it though. Lana did not know about her past in Sunnydale and the creatures that she had encountered there; Willow did not want her to find out because her ex had lost control once again.
Oz offered her a wry little smile while playing with his bottle of beer. “Hey, Willow. How are you?”
“Pretty good. You?”
“I’m good,” he answered, nodding slightly as he spoke. “I’ve got to admit, I never expected to see you here. How did you end up in Metropolis?”
She blushed slightly, nervously. “My girlfriend’s from a town near here. We’re visiting some of her old friends from school for the weekend.”
A small frown slipped onto his face. “That the girl you were dancing with?”
“Yeah.”
“She’s pretty,” he said after a moment and then took a long sip of beer.
“Yeah.”
Something moved over his face. “What happened to the blonde, Tara?”
Willow dipped her eyes, hesitating before answering. “She died.”
Oz tensed slightly. “Demon?”
“No, actually,” Willow replied with a sigh. “A maniac with a gun.”
His eyes widened in surprise before he caught himself. “Sorry. She seemed… seemed nice.”
“She was.” Willow paused and then continued, “Oz…”
“Don’t worry,” he interrupted. His lips twitched slightly but he did not quite smile. “I’m good. I’m in control.”
Willow flushed, embarrassed that she had been so transparent but also because she could not help but recall that he had told her the same thing once before.
“Go back to your girl, Willow,” he said gently. “She’ll be getting lonely without you.”
END
Title: Roomy
Theme: Willow/Smallville
Prompt: # 022 - Space
Rating: FR7
Pairing: Willow
Disclaimers: I don’t own anything to do with ‘Smallville’ or ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’. I have adapted to this knowledge and dealt with it.
The first thing that struck Willow about her new home was the sense of space. Smallville, despite its name, was large - in land if not in population. Willow could set out walking and still not have managed to find the boundary of the town four hours later, even though by that time she was surrounded by fields.
It was roomy in other ways, as well. Sunnydale had always been a rather busy little town, filled with people rushing around during the day and packed with other things entirely on a night time. Smallville, on the other hand, was somewhat sleepy whatever time of the day it was. It was a refreshing change to the town that Willow had grown up in.
In truth, she had been stifled after Sunnydale had been destroyed. After living so many years surrounded by people who cared about her, she had not thought for one moment that living out on the road with them would have slowly begun to drive her mad. It had though, and before very long, Willow had come to realise how much she needed a break.
She needed, Willow had realised, to get away from all that was bizarre, just for a little while at least.
END
Title: Revenge
Theme: Willow/Smallville
Prompt: # 048 - Hate
Rating: FR7
Pairing: Willow, Chloe/Lex
Disclaimers: I don’t own anything to do with ‘Smallville’ or ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’. I have adapted to this knowledge and dealt with it.
“I need you to do me a favour.”
Willow took a startled step back, still hanging onto the door that she had just opened. On the other side, stood in the corridor, was Chloe Sullivan, dripping rainwater all over the floor and looked decidedly menacing. Her usually pretty face was twisted into a sour expression and her eyes were burning with fury.
Wondering what on earth could have happened to make her neighbour so angry, Willow stepped back into her apartment and let the other woman inside. Over the past few months since Willow had moved to Metropolis, they had started up a tentative friendship that had only grown after Chloe had figured out exactly why the redhead had so many candles and strange ‘cooking’ ingredients in her kitchen cupboards. Never had Willow seen the small blonde looking so angry however, not even when she had been passed over for promotion in favour of a less experienced colleague or when a disgruntled reader had dumped a cup of coffee all over her.
No, the look on Chloe’s face right at that moment was far, far more dangerous; and Willow had the sneaking suspicion that she knew why it was there.
“What happened?” she asked as Chloe stepped into the apartment and shed her coat. Underneath, she was wearing a charming little dress that accentuated her curves and which had clearly been chosen with care.
Trembling - whether with anger or something else entirely - Chloe spun around to face her. “He told me that he was going back to her.”
“Oh,” Willow replied. She did not have to ask who ‘he’ was, or who the woman was that he was returning to. Lex Luthor had been a regular fixture in Chloe Sullivan’s life for as long as Willow had known her, and it had not taken Willow long to realise how doomed their relationship was, even though she had even met the man two or three times. It was not, Willow thought, that Lex did not love Chloe. Indeed, she was certain that he did. Rather that he was filled with such a deep sense of responsibility that sooner or later he had been bound to go back to his wife. Chloe had once said it herself in one of her clearer moments: Lex Luthor never abandoned women - they always abandoned him.
“He had the nerve to tell me while we were in bed,” Chloe snarled.
“Oh, Chloe,” Willow said, taking a step forwards to wrap her arms around the blonde.
Chloe stepped back before she had the chance, however, and said, “I’m going to make him suffer this time. I know things - things that he never meant to tell anyone - things that could ruin him.”
Tears formed in the other woman’s eyes and Willow winced. “You don’t really want to do that,” she said gently.
“Oh, I do. I really do,” Chloe replied determinedly. She pulled her shoulders back. “But first, I want you to help me find one of those demon thingies.”
“What?” Willow squeaked in astonishment.
“You know, like you told me about that time.”
“No!” the redhead exclaimed.
“Why not?”
“Trust me, Chloe. Vengeance demons are not the way to go - it always backfires on you in the end.”
The tears that had been threatening in the blonde’s eyes spilled over. “But he deserves it,” she protested.
Willow stepped forwards wrapping her arms around the smaller woman. “Yeah, I know. You don’t need a vengeance demon though.” She stepped back, looking Chloe in the eye. “It’ll come back on him one day without you doing anything. And besides, he’s only hurting himself as well. He’s already suffering - probably even more than you are because he knows that it’s his own fault.”
Chloe shook her head. “I’m starting to think he’s incapable of feeling.”
“If that’s the case then you’re well rid of him.”
With a long forlorn sigh, Chloe said, “I don’t think I want to be rid of him. If he came to be tomorrow and apologised then I have the horrible suspicion that I would end up forgiving him.”
“So you want to push him away? To make sure that he won’t want to come back?”
Chloe pursed her lips and looked away. Willow could see fresh tears starting to appear as her friend nodded.
“You’re just got to be strong,” Willow said awkwardly.
The blonde gave a wry, slightly choked laugh. “It’s one thing being strong - it’s another thing being strong where Lex is concerned. Haven’t you heard? He’s a Luthor. He always gets what he wants in the end.”
END
Title: Hotspot
Theme: Willow/Smallville
Prompt: # 086 - Forest
Rating: FR7
Pairing: Willow
Disclaimers: I don’t own anything to do with ‘Smallville’ or ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’. I have adapted to this knowledge and dealt with it.
Willow shivered, drawing up her shoulders and wrapping her arms around her body. The sense of unease she had been experiencing was growing decidedly stronger with each extra step that she took and Willow was starting to believe that there was more to the feeling than simple paranoia. There was something wrong about the land that she was now walking over. She could feel it in her bones, the result of her natural connection to the earth and the magic that it held. Or rather, that it should have held. She was currently having a little trouble detecting.
Ahead, Chloe and Clark were nimbly slipping through the trees, making her feel clumsy in comparison. When the pair had said that they wanted to show her something, Willow had not imagined for a second that they would have dragged her out to the middle of nowhere to do it.
The ‘something’ was apparently some sort of meteorite freak hotspot located deep within the forest, and the reason that they wanted to show her it was because Clark had against all the odds figured out that she was a witch. Considering what Willow suspected they wanted her to do once they reached the hotspot, she was starting to think that the pair had a rather twisted view of exactly what a witch was capable of. Of course, she was no ordinary witch, but even so, she would not dare to start messing around with Mother Nature unless there was a very good reason to do so. And since, as it was, Willow was still rather dubious about meteorites being the cause of all the strangeness in Smallville, she did not think that trying to ‘cleanse’ the earth, as her two friends had put it, would be an especially good idea.
She might only end up making matters worse.
END
Title: Unbroken
Theme: Willow/Smallville
Prompt: # 079 - Stumble
Rating: FR18
Pairing: Willow/Clark, Willow/Kennedy, Kennedy/Other
Disclaimers: I don’t own anything to do with ‘Smallville’ or ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’. I have adapted to this knowledge and dealt with it.
The first time that they slept together, Willow was left rather confused. Of course, she had been rather confused by attraction to Clark in the first place, considering that he was, without a shadow of a doubt, a man. But the bewilderment that she had experienced after he had finished and their bodies were still moulded together had been for an altogether different reason - the knowledge that he had been holding back.
With Clark’s large, somewhat imposing at times, body slumped on top of hers, Willow knew without a doubt that he had not given in and relaxed his self-control even for a second while they had coupled. The thrusts of his body into hers had been fluid and delicious, and yet at the same time they had been shallow. He was a big man in every sense of the word, and yet Willow had not felt quite as filled as she had imagined she would do. It was disconcerting, and Willow could not help but feel a little self-conscious as she began to wonder whether she had done something wrong. Prior to the actual moment when he had penetrated her, Clark had been all heated kisses and passion, and yet his performance had been restrained at best.
Planting her hands on his shoulders, Willow gave him a gentle shove in order to get him to roll away. He did so, collapsing limply onto his back with his eyes closed.
Willow stared at him for a moment, feeling tears begin to burn her eyes as she did so. Everything had seemed so perfect between them. Clark had not cared that she sometimes needed to disappear for a few hours, or that some evenings during the week she simply was not available. He had not felt the need to question her too closely on her private life, but instead was able to sit back and let her tell him things in her own time. The fact that he did not try to force their sense of intimacy by constantly revealing details about himself - expecting her to do the same - had been refreshing. Their relationship had progressed slowly and naturally as a consequence. She had been planning to tell him about her special abilities sooner rather than later.
It had been hard to trust someone again. Kennedy had left her in a whirlwind of accusations and the explosive news that her younger girlfriend had been having an affair. In truth, Kennedy’s betrayal had not come as too great a surprise. She had seen the way that the other woman had been trying to surreptitiously flirt with one of the other slayers. But that had not stopped it hurting when she had walked in on them one night after patrol, tired and splattered with demon blood. The only thing she had wanted as a nice hot shower and a cuddle with her girlfriend, instead she had found Kennedy wrapped around the exotically attractive other woman.
It had hurt. A sense of rejection that filled Willow, and she had spent weeks afterwards wondering what she had done wrong. Not for the first time in her life, Willow had found herself speculating that perhaps she had done something wrong.
Just like now.
She bit her lip and turned away from Clark, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. The moment her feet hit the floor a heavy feeling settled into her. She was tired, physically and emotionally, and she knew that she was not going to start feeling any better until she managed to put a little distance between herself and Clark. Standing awkwardly, she grabbed her panties from the floor and stiffly began to yank them on.
“You’re leaving?” a surprised voice asked from the bed.
Willow glanced back over her shoulder briefly, nodding when she failed to find any words.
“Wait,” Clark exclaimed. “You’re crying. Why are you crying? Oh God, I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No,” she mumbled, shaking her head and reaching for her bra.
The bed shifted behind her and she felt Clark draw closer. “Willow…”
She shrugged off the hand he placed on her shoulder, looking around on the floor for her socks.
“I tried to be gentle,” he said, sounding distressed.
Willow frowned at his tone. Turning slightly so that she could see him out of the corner of her eye, she stumbled, “You… you were.”
“Then why are you leaving?”
Thoroughly confused, Willow said, “I thought that you wanted me to.”
Clark’s features creased into a deep frown. He was slumped forwards slightly, clutching a pillow over his lap. Willow flushed brightly.
“Why would I want you to go?” he asked sounding genuinely confused.
“Because… you… when we were…” She stopped, letting out a frustrated squeak and dropping onto the edge of the bed.
“I just didn’t want to hurt you,” Clark told her softly, misunderstanding.
“You didn’t.” Letting out a shuddering breathe, realisation slowly starting to dawn, she continued, “I’m not that easy to break anyway, even if you weren’t.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure,” he mumbled, almost out of her hearing.
Willow’s brow creased in a frown and she looked back at him, noting his forlorn expression. She settled back, turning to face him fully.
Hesitantly, she said, “Maybe I should just come back to bed.”
Clark looked up at her hopefully, peering through his long dark eyelashes at her. Willow shuffled closer, lightly touching his arm before moving back and dragging the sheets up her legs.
END
Title: Powerful Attraction
Theme: Willow/Smallville
Prompt: # 004 - Prophecy
Rating: FR7
Pairing: Willow/Lionel
Disclaimers: I don’t own anything to do with ‘Smallville’ or ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’. I have adapted to this knowledge and dealt with it.
Lionel Luthor had always regarded himself as something of a visionary, a forward thinker capable of prophesising the latest business trends. Time and time again, he was proven eerily correct, and he knew that his skill was one that was much coveted by his contemporaries. How could it not be? It had brought him money, power and influence, if not always respect. Beautiful women flocked to him as a consequence - willing to ignore his less than gleaming reputation for a chance to be on Lionel Luthor’s arm.
Well, most women did anyway. The charming redhead he was currently attempting to seduce seemed to be immune to the lures of power and money.
He had first noticed Miss Willow Rosenberg under the most unusual of circumstances - or rather, unusual by the standards of most men. A creature, quite unlike anything that Lionel had previously encountered before, had attacked him during one of his less than legal remote ‘business’ meetings. The strange, disfigured beast had been about to latch onto his jugular when the deceptively slight redheaded woman had appeared as if from nowhere and, after a short scuffle, banished the ‘man’. She had tried to tell him that his attacker was mortal - a drug taking thug - but little digging around had revealed the truth. His assailant had been a vampire; his saviour had been a witch.
An extraordinarily powerful witch, and if there was one thing that Lionel found stimulating then it was power.
END
Title: Burning
Theme: Willow/Smallville
Prompt: # 015 - Fire
Rating: FR18
Pairing: Willow/Lionel
Warning: PWP - literally
Disclaimers: I don’t own anything to do with ‘Smallville’ or ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’. I have adapted to this knowledge and dealt with it.
A breathy little moan erupted from the woman below him, even as her hips tilted and jerked up to meet his thrusts. Lionel’s lips twitched at the sound and he quickly fisted his hand in her brilliant red hair, drawing her head back to expose her neck. He nuzzled the region, enjoying the subsequent whimpers from Willow.
She was impossibly hot around him - tight and eager - burning as much with hate as with passion. For Lionel, her dislike of him was as attractive as the length of her legs or the rounds of her breasts, if only because it made her attraction to him all the more satisfying.
Lionel drew back as she began to twitch around him, watching the emotions flickering over her face and admiring the flame like qualities of her hair spread over his sheets. “Please…” she moaned, clutching at his shoulders, squeezing and grunting as she abruptly came.
END
Title: Test Subject
Theme: Willow/Smallville
Prompt: # 024 - Anger
Rating: FR13
Pairing: Willow/Kennedy, Lionel
Disclaimers: I don’t own anything to do with ‘Smallville’ or ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’. I have adapted to this knowledge and dealt with it.
“I thought that I would be seeing you soon, Miss Rosenberg. Although, I have to admit, this is somewhat sooner than I had hoped for.”
The voice was cool, clean and crisp. It cut abruptly through the perfect quiet of the top floor office of the LutherCorp building but it did not make Willow jump. Even before entering the room, she had known precisely where her prey was sat. A flicker of magic had detected Lionel Luthor within a heartbeat.
Wordlessly, she stepped forwards, entering the halo of light emanating from the designer lamp on his desk. She had heard countless stories about Luthor, and seen numerous pictures of him in newspapers and on television, but at gone midnight and in the face of her wrath, he was oddly not the man that she had been expecting. It was hard to believe that the tired looking man seated in the plush office chair could possibly be Kennedy’s murderer.
“In my defence,” he intoned evenly, “I did not plan the death of your girlfriend - it was not premeditated.”
Anger surged in Willow’s blood stream, clouding her vision momentarily. “What did you expect when you ordered your cronies to kidnap and experiment on her?” she spat.
“That is the point, Miss Rosenberg - her rather unique abilities made it impossible to anticipate what would happen.”
“You don’t sound in the least bit sorry.”
“I don’t believe I am, really. The information we acquired will make me millions.”
“It won’t make you anything. You won’t be alive to enjoy it.”
He slowly nodded. “I don’t suppose the knowledge that security will be arriving in less than three minutes and that the building is completely sealed will alter your mind regarding my fate?”
Willow shook her head, expending a flicker of power. She sent it out towards the desk, curling it around the letter opener. Her makeshift weapon hovered in the air with the point pressing lightly against Lionel’s throat. “I can leave this building any time I want to,” she said.
Lionel’s eye widened. “Perhaps I chose the wrong test subject,” he mused, then gurgled as the tip of the blade pierced his flesh.
END
Title: Dimensions
Theme: Willow/Smallville
Prompt: # 045 - Dimensions
Rating: FR7
Pairing: Willow/Lucas
Disclaimers: I don’t own anything to do with ‘Smallville’ or ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’. I have adapted to this knowledge and dealt with it.
There is something about Lucas makes her feel like someone else - like someone who does not feel can be real. When they are together, Willow slips away. The woman that she had become - developed by years of shyness and self-consciousness, by babbling sentences and abrupt rejections by others. That young woman is roughly pushed away in favour of another.
Lucas’s impetuous nature was almost frighteningly contagious - releasing another dimension of her character. When she is with him, Willow feels capable of doing anything. His quick mind and possessiveness enliven parts of her that Willow thought were long dead - or that she did not know exited at all.
END